The Imperial Palace on Terra was the holiest place in humanity's eyes. It was the abode of the God-Emperor and the true heart of the vast Imperium of Man.
Humanity always bestowed upon it the finest words it could imagine: sacred, ancient, powerful, and solemn.
But for Aeldari such as Uslan, the palace was far from a comfortable place.
In fact, from the moment they set foot on the ground, every Aeldari had felt as though they were sitting on pins and needles.
Every Aeldari possessed psychic talent far beyond that of humans, allowing them to sense the hidden threats in their surroundings.
This was not because of the fully armed Custodians, but because of the primarchs standing so close by.
Present were Rogal Dorn and Sanguinius, while Jaghatai Khan and Leman Russ—the pair of primarch brothers who now spent all day together—waited nearby as well.
Lion El'Jonson was commanding the armies at the front, holding back the rebels' advance.
Even Konrad Curze had taken Sevatar and those Night Lords loyal to the primarch to garrison one battle line after another.
The warriors of the Eighth Legion might have been inferior to other Astartes Legions in frontal warfare, but once the lines collapsed and both sides became tangled in a chaotic melee, no one could defeat the Night Lords.
The peculiar combination of Lion and Curze would produce a chemical reaction that would cause the traitors unimaginable pain.
The Aeldari seers could clearly sense the terrifying power contained within these primarchs, who appeared unarmed and wore only power armor.
The primarchs' physical strength might have been astonishing, but it was not terrifying to such an extent. They could be wounded and bleed, and they could die after suffering blows beyond their endurance.
But the Warp essences hidden beneath their flesh